But the entire situation bothered me. Why? Because I realized that I was more concerned about getting the interview done, than getting it right. I resented the non-renumerated time spent, time needed for my professional work. My heart just wasn’t in it. I lacked intention. I lost trust. I almost lost transparency. Almost.

Writing is a calling. It’s also a craft. Who knows why I find endless merriment in the tortured, meticulous summing and subtracting of words across a blank page, all in an endless quest to tell a story that rings true in people’s hearts, minds and souls? I just do. Hence my need to protect and honor this privilege.

May you, too, find the courage to protect that which feeds your soul. Cheers~